Jun 2015
You're awake. You're lost.
Lost in anxiety,
your head throbbed,
your chest swelled,
and your tummy ached.
All was lost, nothing to be gained.
Go on now,
go on,
before dark hues turn to white.
Lost in anxiety,
your head throbbed,
your chest swelled,
and your tummy ached.
All was lost, nothing to be gained.
Go on now,
go on,
before dark hues turn to white.
γIt's like I want to be happy.γ
But, dreams are far from reality.
I was in pain. In pain of the ceaseless trials.
I had hoped for a beacon of light.
Only to find myself, crawling out of the tunnel,
only to enter another tunnel.
But, dreams are far from reality.
I was in pain. In pain of the ceaseless trials.
I had hoped for a beacon of light.
Only to find myself, crawling out of the tunnel,
only to enter another tunnel.
(Port Swettenham)
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